Classic sermon by Marshall L. Shepard, Sr., pastor of Mt. Olive Baptist Church in West Philadelphia. I can feel the emotional charge of his delivery and the energetic response from his congregation coax him forward as he shares the Truth of why it is Good Friday.
It’s Friday, but Sunday’s coming...
- It was Friday, and my Jesus is dead on a tree. But that’s Friday, and Sunday’s coming.
- Friday, Mary’s crying her eyes out, the disciples are running in every direction like sheep without a shepherd. But that’s Friday, and Sunday’s coming.
Friday, some are looking at the world and saying, “As things have been, so they shall be. You can’t change nothing in this world! You can’t change nothing in this world!” But they didn’t know that it was only Friday, and Sunday’s coming.
Friday, them forces that oppress the poor and keep people down, them forces that destroy people, the forces in control now, them forces that are gonna rule, they don’t know it’s only Friday, but Sunday’s coming.
Friday, people are saying, “Darkness is gonna rule the world, sadness is gonna be everywhere,” but they don’t know it’s only Friday, but Sunday’s coming.
Even though this world is rotten, as it is right now, we know it’s only Friday. But Sunday’s coming!
It's Friday. Jesus is arrested in the garden where He was praying. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. The disciples are hiding and Peter's denying that he knows the Lord. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. Jesus is standing before the high priest of Israel, silent as a lamb before the slaughter. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. Jesus is beaten, mocked, and spit upon. But Sunday's coming.
- Those Roman soldiers are flogging our Lord with a leather scourge that has bits of bones and glass and metal, tearing at his flesh. But Sunday's coming.
- It's Friday. The Son of man stands firm as they press the crown of thorns down into his brow. But Sunday's coming.
- It's Friday. See Him walking to Calvary, the blood dripping from His body. See the cross crashing down on His back as He stumbles beneath the load. It's Friday; but Sunday's a coming.
It's Friday. See those Roman soldiers driving the nails into the feet and hands of my Lord. Hear my Jesus cry, "Father, forgive them." It's Friday; but Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. Jesus is hanging on the cross, bloody and dying. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. The sky grows dark, the earth begins to tremble, and He who knew no sin became sin for us. Holy God who will not abide with sin pours out His wrath on that perfect sacrificial lamb who cries out, "My God, My God. Why hast thou forsaken me?" What a horrible cry. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. And at the moment of Jesus' death, the veil of the Temple that separates sinful man from Holy God was torn from the top to the bottom because Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. Jesus is hanging on the cross, heaven is weeping and hell is partying. But that's because it's Friday, and they don't know it, but Sunday's a coming.
And on that horrible day 2000 years ago, Jesus the Christ, the Lord of glory, the only begotten Son of God, the only perfect man died on the cross of Calvary. Satan thought that he had won the victory. Surely he had destroyed the Son of God. Finally he had disproved the prophecy God had uttered in the Garden and the one who was to crush his head had been destroyed. But that was Friday.
Now it's Sunday.
And just about dawn on that first day of the week, there was a great earthquake. But that wasn't the only thing that was shaking because now it's Sunday. And the angel of the Lord is coming down out of heaven and rolling the stone away from the door of the tomb.
- Yes, it's Sunday, and the angel of the Lord is sitting on that stone and the guards posted at the tomb to keep the body from disappearing were shaking in their boots because it's Sunday, and the lamb that was silent before the slaughter is now the resurrected lion from the tribe of Judah, for He is not here, the angel says. He is risen indeed.
It's Sunday, and the crucified and resurrected Christ has defeated death, hell, sin and the grave. It's Sunday. And now everything has changed. It's the age of grace, God's grace poured out on all who would look to that crucified lamb of Calvary. Grace freely given to all who would believe that Jesus Christ died on the cross of Calvary was buried and rose again. All because it's Sunday.
It's Friday! But Sunday's a Coming!
It’s FRIDAY, Jesus is praying… Peter is sleeping… Judas is betraying, but SUNDAY’S COMIN!
It’s FRIDAY, Pilate’s struggling…the council is conspiring… the crowd is vilifying… they don’t even know that SUNDAY’S COMIN!
It’s FRIDAY, the disciples are running like a sheep without a shepherd… Mary’s crying… Peter is denying… but they don’t know that SUNDAY’S COMIN!
It’s FRIDAY, the Roman’s beat my Jesus…the roll Him with scars… the crown Him with thorns… but they don’t know that SUNDAY’S COMIN!
It’s FRIDAY, see Jesus walking to Calvary…His blood dripping…His body stumbling…and His Spirit burdened…but you see, it’s only FRIDAY and SUNDAY’S COMIN!
It’s FRIDAY, the world is winning…people are sinning… and evil is grinning.
It’s FRIDAY, the soldiers nail my Savior’s hands to the cross… they nail my Savior’s feet to the cross… and then they raise Him up next to criminals.
It’s FRIDAY, but let me tell you, SUNDAY’S COMIN!
It’s FRIDAY, the disciple’s are questioning, “what has happened to their King?”… and the Pharisees are celebrating that their scheming has been achieved, but they don’t know it’s only FRIDAY… SUNDAY’S COMIN!
It’s FRIDAY, He’s hanging on the cross… feeling forsaken by His Father… left alone and dying… Can nobody save Him? OOOH! It’s FRIDAY, but SUNDAY’S COMIN!
It’s FRIDAY, the earth trembles… they sky grows dark… my King yields His Spirit.
It’s FRIDAY, hope is lost… death has won… sin has conquered… and Satan just a laughing.
It’s FRIDAY, Jesus is buried… a soldier stands guard… and a rock is rolled into place… but it’s FRIDAY… It is ONLY FRIDAY… SUNDAY IS COMIN!!!